There’s a corner in Chicago’s Avondale neighborhood where the smell alone is enough to stop you dead in your tracks, and that corner belongs to Honey Butter Fried Chicken.
Once you catch that aroma drifting down West Roscoe Street, your feet will carry you the rest of the way without any help from your brain.
To be honest about something right away.
Illinois doesn’t always get the credit it deserves when it comes to food…